Sympathy for a devil

 

So why come crying to me?

Am I supposed to feel sorry for you because your boyfriend – who you stole from me – is cheating on you with somebody else?

My mother once told me what comes around goes around, and now it’s come around to you.

Now you know how I felt when I saw you kissing him in front of the library.

I wanted to kill you both right then and there.

My best friend with my boyfriend.

I blamed you for luring him away.

I wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me.

That’s why I introduce him to her, knowing this would happen.

Sympathy?

No way!

You got what you deserve.

Why don’t you go home and stick your head under a faucet?

It’ll make you feel better.

I thought I once wanted you to stick your head in an oven the way I once tried.

But that’s too good for you.

That would only ease the pain.

I want you to suffer.

Like I did.